By: Sampsonknight Rate PG Word Count - 836 -------------------------------------------- There was a permanent scowl on his dark green face, one that could not be hidden under the red mask of his. Not that his body language didn’t announce his annoyance, especially his tapping foot beating to the rhythm of his heart. The others stood five meters away from the brooding brother for their own safety and fear of any lash outs directed to them. “What’s taking him?” Raph growled, darting a glare in Donnie’s direction taking his eyes off the stairs leading to the top floor where their bedrooms reside. “Don’t ask me,” Donnie forcefully answered then let out a small whimper when those ominous golden orbs grew angry and bright over the answer, “Raph all I know he said to be ready at four.” “And it’s quarter past!” he grumbled crossing his arms tightly making his muscle bulge, “Fearless is always lecturing us over being late, so why the shell can he do it, what the hell is he doing up
Home Repairs “Hand me that wrench thingy,” Leonardo said, his voice echoing inside the cabinet beneath their kitchen sink. “Which one?” Raphael asked. “The regular wrench or the basin wrench. Which end of the supply hose are ya’ working on?” “The one connected to the bottom of the faucet,” Leo replied. Raph rolled his eyes and passed the basin wrench down to his brother. “I should be the one under there working on that leak. At least I know what the tools are called. Or better yet, we could just wait for Donny to get back.” “Don shouldn’t have to do it,” Leo said, grunting slightly as he worked to turn the nut. “I can handle a simple home repair.” “You’re just pissed ‘cause Don made that crack about always having to do everything around here,” Raph said. “I’m not pi . . . angry,” Leo told him. That made Raph chuckle. “Stick in the mud. A simple cuss word like ‘pissed’ won’t kill ya’.” “It’s a gateway curse,” Leo asserted. “If you allow one, soon you’ll have a gutter mouth.
The Perfect Kiss
Don sat at April's kitchen table and fiddled with his wine glass. April had asked him over to her place to look at her expansion plans and he'd accepted the wine out of politeness. Beer tasted nasty to him and wine, in his opinion, wasn't much better.
Plus there was the fact that as a mutated turtle, he couldn't afford to get even the slightest bit tipsy. There were just too many people out there who would love to pull his shell apart.
It became obvious pretty soon into their discussion that there was more on April's mind than her architectural designs. Don sighed, resigned to
Tag It “Mikey! Mikey! Damn it, where the hell are ya?” Raphael jogged across train tracks, periodically pausing to look beneath the train cars that were parked in long lines at the Oak Point Yard in South Bronx. He and his brother had managed to elude a couple of railroad police, but had gotten separated. Keeping his voice low, Raph continued to call out to his brother in a loud whisper. Michelangelo hadn’t told him why he wanted to go to the freight railroad yard, but he’d definitely had a reason. When Raph had tried to insist on knowing that reason, Mikey had simply awarded him with his most winning smile and announced that it was a secret. Not for the first time in his life, Raph asked himself why he went along on these mystery adventures with his younger brother. They invariably got into weird or dangerous situations that could easily have been avoided. Raph would be the first to say he liked a good fight, but that was when he was going up against bad guys, not police who were
Encounters: Leo and the Forsaken Man by Hummerhouse, literature
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Encounters: Leo and the Forsaken Man
Encounters: Leo and the Forsaken Man
(Note from the author: this fic deals with old age, dimentia, and end of life issues.)
Leonardo enjoyed his early morning training runs immensely, despite one of them having been tainted by an ambush years earlier. It had taken him a while to recover from that, not just physically, but mentally and spiritually as well.
Being able to go out again, to run across rooftops by himself a few hours before dawn, was invigorating. The air was fresher, the city more tranquil, and the streets as deserted as they ever got being that this was New York City.
The route he’d
"What the hell are ya’ looking for?” Raphael demanded as he walked into the kitchen. Every one of the drawers, cabinets, and storage boxes were open. The larger cabinets had been divested of their contents, which were strewn about on every level surface, including the floor. Michelangelo was perched precariously atop one of the counters, his toes just on the edge due to the amount of dishware that occupied the main surface. “Something sweet,” Mikey answered as he swept his hand over the top of the cabinets. “Eww! It’s dusty up here.” He hopped down and wiped his hand on a towel. The entire time his eyes kept swiveling around the room. Raph crossed his arms and grinned. “Ya’ ain’t gonna find anything. Ya’ know darn well that Leo threw it all out.” “I was sure he’d miss something,” Mikey said, frowning. “I have a lot of hiding places.” He glanced upwards and then broke into a grin. “I’ll bet he didn’t find the marshmallows I hid on top of the pipes. Give me a boost.” Raph